"Oh." I said, a little sadly. "So I'm not going to get to watch even just this first time?"
"Nope!" Charlotte said, smugly. "Never... Never. At. All. Never even a video!"
"Do I at least get a goodbye fuck?"
"Hmmmm..." Charlotte said, as though thinking it over. "Noooo. Definitely not that either. Nope. It's much sexier if you don't! So, no! Nope... I'm done with your thin little 'clit' for the next half year--maybe longer. We'll see. If you're lucky, after six months I *might* blow you or beat you off. But... But! You are *not* going to be getting any pussy again ever, I have decided! Isn't that hot?!?! And my still-virgin ass?? Yup. That will soon be stretched and permanently off limits to you as well!! Isn't that sexy for us both!!!"
"Unngggghhhhhh!!" I groaned. "YESS!! Actually, it is! It's VERY *SEXY*!! It's STUPENDOUSLY sexy!!" I admitted, truthfully.
"I thought so, my sweet 'little-clitted' husband!" Char said. "I'm off now to get big-cock-fucked. Don't wait up! I won't be back until morning!"
Charlotte excused herself to freshen up, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and then was off!
I was besides myself wondering who she was about to fuck and where. I drank a couple of martinis to try to calm down, beat off my "clit" a couple of times--fantasizing about her getting big-dick-fucked--and then crashed in our bed.
Around 5am I was awakened by Charlotte noisily opening the front door and stomping around the house.
I was still rousing myself, when I noticed Char had made her way to our bathroom. She ran the sink for a moment. Then, I heard a flush and then the sink again. After that, I heard a little but sharp "pop" sound. Then another "pop." Then another. And another.
I became curious and so walked over to the bathroom. What I found amazed and astounded me.
My beautiful little wife, Charlotte, was standing there with her packet of birth control pills in her hands. I entered just as she threw another one against the shower wall, making yet another popping noise.
Char was an absolute mess. Her clothes were askew. Her makeup was long gone. Her hair was disheveled. There were hickies all over her neck. There was cum in her hair and on her face. Her eyes were wide, with her pupils dilated. I noticed her tight-fitting pants were a mess at the crotch. It looked like she had peed herself.
"What the fuck happened to you?!" I asked.
"Anton--your rival at work." Charlotte replied. "He's what happened. He fucked the crap out of me with his massive, ginormous black cock. He wrecked me. He used me. He stretched me. He abused me... That's what happened!"
"Holy shit!" I said. "Do you want me to call the police, dear?"
"The police?" my wife replied. "Are you fucking out of your mind?! I LOOOOVED IT!!! Why the fuck would I want you to call the police?! I never ever even imagined sex could be so incredible!!"
"Fuck!" I said, simply.
"Yes, Boo. Exactly. Fuck. Lots of 'fuck.' Amaaaazing 'fuck'!! The most incredible 'fuck'!! Why else would I be throwing away all my birth control pills? Anton gave me the fucking of a lifetime. And he told me that if I want him to fuck me again, I had to come home and throw away all my birth control pills--while you watch--so that next time he fucks me, it'll be 'repo' sex until I'm knocked up! Anton is going to breed me! Thank you for entering the bathroom to make that possible, dear! I appreciate your compliance!"
My wife then threw away the remaining few of her birth control pills, one by one, with further popping sounds against the shower wall, as I watched, transfixed. Once the pills were all gathered on the floor of the shower, she had me run the water to flush them down into the sewer. "Thank you for taking care of that last step, Boo! Like a good cucky husband!" she said.
I felt a mixture of feelings, it's true. Some sadness, yes. Some fear, too--where would this lead us? But what overwhelmed me was arousal. Erotic arousal was by far my dominant feeling. I could scarcely believe how turned on I was!
I was so turned on to think that my gorgeous wife was becoming my handsome Black rival's breeding slut. It was truly an erotic fantasy come true! It was sublimely humiliating. And it was a turn on to know that Charlotte would be so much more sexually satisfied than I could ever provide for her.
A surprising sense of peace washed through me, as though this was what was meant for me in life, to be the beta cuck to my gorgeous wife as she was bred by superior alpha BBC.
After the pills were washed away, Charlotte led me to our bed, and she had me lick her pussy and ass clean.
I was over the moon to finally be allowed to lick my sexy wife's fantastic ass. That was something I had wanted to do for an age, but Charlotte had previously forbidden it. It was immensely satisfying to finally be so intimate with her delicious, gorgeous posterior.
Charlotte was so full of Anton's cum in each hole that it was truly incredible. While admittedly it tasted terrible, I adored the intimacy of eating it up, as my wife taunted me by recounting how much better a lover Anton was than I had ever been--or could ever hope to be. "Yes! Keep licking me clean cucky!! Lick out the cum of my superior lover! Oh my God! Anton fucked me easily a *million* times better than you ever have or ever could! Yes, clean me from it, and pay our coupling your 'respects' with your lips and tongue! Suck it all down, Boo! That's a good boi!" she said.
From that night on, Anton was my wife's Master--and mine, as well. He totally and thoroughly controlled her and me, especially our sex lives. He was fully bought in with our original fantasy. He, too, was determined to ruin my adorable, sexy wife for little white dicks--such as my "boi clit." He, too, wanted to pimp her out to lots of people in our life--friends, neighbors, co-workers, bosses, and rivals. He, too, wanted to get her addicted to superior black cocks. He, too, wanted to breed her exclusively with Blacks.
However, Anton wanted more. Not just "wanted." He *required* more.
Anton, you see, was determined *personally* to breed my Charlotte. Yes, he monopolized my Charlotte's pussy for his exclusive use until he confirmed she was pregnant.
Nine months passed with Anton in charge of us. It quickly came to seem natural both to my wife and me to be subordinate to the Black adonis and his massive, eleven-inch cock. It was huge and beautiful. I only saw it occasionally, as I waited on Anton and my wife between their fucks, but I cherished every glance I got. I thought of it as masculinity in perfect form, truly. I admired his cock, envied it, and worshiped it from afar.
My adorable wife never did touch my 'boi clit' at all since our fantasy fulfillment began, not even after the sixth months were up.
Anton monopolized Charlotte's mouth, pussy, ass--and most of her attention--for the first six weeks, until they were sure she was pregnant. Then, he shared her with his big-cocked black pals from our factory and all the willing men near our house--just as Charlotte had foretold. It was about a half dozen guys on our block, all told. For good measure, Anton--who had complete command of us--included my small-dicked boss and Charlotte's--for our job security.
I had to greet every guy when they came to the house, kneeling and naked. I had to thank them for "ruining my wife's pussy and putting me in my place." I was required to offer, "May I suck you off before you fuck my wife, Sir?" to each of them. Most took me up on it, even though they weren't ordinarily bi--as the word got around that I was "skilled" and that everyone else was joining in getting a "gay" blowjob from me, so there was no shame in it for the guys getting blown. A feeling of shame was there for me, of course. (But I liked it!)
My co-worker Hal especially gloated as he had me blow him. "You've always thought you were a better engineer than me, Ben... Well, now you can engineer my fucking cock, you dipshit faggot!" And I blew him--quite attentively--as Anton and Charlotte expected and required of me as the beta cuck.
It turned me on to be humiliated from submissively sucking cocks and always gave me a hardon. Being naked, as I always was, my hardon was always quite visible, and I would get ridiculed.
Hal was no exception. "Haha!" he laughed, "Looks like you're quite the faggot, Ben! Look how your 'clit' got hard from blowing me!! Ha!! Yes, Charlotte told me how your little weiner is now called a 'boi clit' since it's only useful for your own pleasure... I love it!"
